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come_sailaway2022-05-14 11:45 pm
draughtsman) wrote in come_sailaway2022-05-14 11:45 pm
Pirate Room Party
Who: Lucius Spriggs, Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, and Stede Bonnet, and also you? Probably you.
When: Mid-way and through the end of the Battle Royale. Following this thread.
Where: Cabin 117.
What: Stede had a freak out and collapsed. He's not dead but out cold and accepting visitors (mostly).
Warnings: General Pirate Behavior, potential descriptions of glass related injury.
Getting Stede Bonnet to a safe location is a complicated affair for two reasons.
Reason the first: Lucius has very little upper body strength and so is relegated to carrying Blackbeard's big fuckoff knife and occasionally helping with Stede's feet.
Reason the second: they are currently on a barge of the damned and safe is an extremely relative term.
Eventually, they decide (or rather Lucius comes to the conclusion and offers) that keeping Stede in a location with a spare bed and access to assistance is best until he is up and about. For several reasons, this ends up meaning that the Captain will be stashed in Lucius's bed in his and Skulduggery's cabin. On the plus side, this means that there is a spare bed for use, on the negative, it means that the cabin will invariably be painfully cramped.
Starter for Blackbeard, Skulduggery, and eventually Watson:
Once they (Blackbeard) haul(s) Stede to the room and deposit(s) him on the bed, Lucius gives the Captain a sad, slightly pained look. He's been wearing that outfit for days. It looks awful, disheveled, and now it's got blood and glass holes, and both of those problems fall under Lucius's job description.
He sighs and starts to strip the Captain with the general dispassion usually relegated to those in the medical profession. They have two of those complimentary terry cloth robes and, in lieu of a dressing gown, it'll do. Besides, they need to see about the cuts and check for glass in his back--right?
Maybe Clarke was right, you know, after the bashing his chest bit. They ought to call a doctor.
"I don't suppose you know any doctors?" Lucius asks and casts a tentative look at Blackbeard as he strips off Stede's vest. "Er--Sir."
Ah yes, nailed the title.
Very professional.
General starter for reference:
Cabin 117 is absolutely, entirely overcrowded.
It feels like they're back on Revenge at least, insofar as Lucius is concerned.
Stede Bonnet has the whole of one of the beds. He's looking a bit grim and grey, and has on a chintzy Hawaiian shirt and a bathrobe on despite being tucked snugly beneath the covers. The rest of the room is varying levels of disheveled, both from the over-occupancy and the fact that the island horrors continued for a day after they arrived. Lucius has been sleeping on the couch and has surrendered the bed that technically belongs to his roommate to Blackbeard. It's been better than a day and Stede is still out, but he's not dead yet and the horrible music and sound effects have stopped, so there's some peace to be had.
[OOC: Please feel free to just barge in, or visit, or ding dong ditch. Whichever. If you're one who signed up to be on the crew, feel free to assume Lucius tracked you down to inform you.]
When: Mid-way and through the end of the Battle Royale. Following this thread.
Where: Cabin 117.
What: Stede had a freak out and collapsed. He's not dead but out cold and accepting visitors (mostly).
Warnings: General Pirate Behavior, potential descriptions of glass related injury.
Getting Stede Bonnet to a safe location is a complicated affair for two reasons.
Reason the first: Lucius has very little upper body strength and so is relegated to carrying Blackbeard's big fuckoff knife and occasionally helping with Stede's feet.
Reason the second: they are currently on a barge of the damned and safe is an extremely relative term.
Eventually, they decide (or rather Lucius comes to the conclusion and offers) that keeping Stede in a location with a spare bed and access to assistance is best until he is up and about. For several reasons, this ends up meaning that the Captain will be stashed in Lucius's bed in his and Skulduggery's cabin. On the plus side, this means that there is a spare bed for use, on the negative, it means that the cabin will invariably be painfully cramped.
Starter for Blackbeard, Skulduggery, and eventually Watson:
Once they (Blackbeard) haul(s) Stede to the room and deposit(s) him on the bed, Lucius gives the Captain a sad, slightly pained look. He's been wearing that outfit for days. It looks awful, disheveled, and now it's got blood and glass holes, and both of those problems fall under Lucius's job description.
He sighs and starts to strip the Captain with the general dispassion usually relegated to those in the medical profession. They have two of those complimentary terry cloth robes and, in lieu of a dressing gown, it'll do. Besides, they need to see about the cuts and check for glass in his back--right?
Maybe Clarke was right, you know, after the bashing his chest bit. They ought to call a doctor.
"I don't suppose you know any doctors?" Lucius asks and casts a tentative look at Blackbeard as he strips off Stede's vest. "Er--Sir."
Ah yes, nailed the title.
Very professional.
General starter for reference:
Cabin 117 is absolutely, entirely overcrowded.
It feels like they're back on Revenge at least, insofar as Lucius is concerned.
Stede Bonnet has the whole of one of the beds. He's looking a bit grim and grey, and has on a chintzy Hawaiian shirt and a bathrobe on despite being tucked snugly beneath the covers. The rest of the room is varying levels of disheveled, both from the over-occupancy and the fact that the island horrors continued for a day after they arrived. Lucius has been sleeping on the couch and has surrendered the bed that technically belongs to his roommate to Blackbeard. It's been better than a day and Stede is still out, but he's not dead yet and the horrible music and sound effects have stopped, so there's some peace to be had.
[OOC: Please feel free to just barge in, or visit, or ding dong ditch. Whichever. If you're one who signed up to be on the crew, feel free to assume Lucius tracked you down to inform you.]
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Lucius's little shriek is audible from outside the open door and since turnabout is fair play, Ed intentionally sneaks up and stops just behind the girl as she's looking into the room. He leans down for maximum surprise, so he's nearer her ear and blocking her retreat.
"Bold of you to show your face around here." He means her no ill will, but she doesn't have to know that right away.
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But then the actual unpleasant surprise makes himself known — silent and leaning in to breath menacing welcomes against her ear. And every latent survival instinct in Clarke's body is set on fire as her spine goes rigid and her feet freeze to the floor. Hands up, knees locked, breathing suddenly painful, and yet... still somehow finding the mental energy to be offended by both of their reactions.
"I just wanted to check and see if he was okay."
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He doesn't invite her in, but then he doesn't make her go either--which is as close to kind and inviting as he can get at the moment, especially given their short but volatile history. Lucius is the social one, and he can do the inviting once he's recovered a bit from the scares, if he wants. Or, Ed thinks, it would be well within his right (and something absolutely
mpassive aggressive to make her wait at the door)."Any change?" he addresses Lucius.
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"No, no, he's--" he starts and then realizes that both of them are standing in the door. He's not sure...why, really, since she hasn't jumped in and tried to pummel him. "Do you--that is, you can come in, if you like?
"Or not," he amends quickly. "He's still sleeping, but not worse. So that's something."
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He takes the news of a lack of change in Stede's status with a silent nod as he takes a seat. Never been much for small talk, and obviously very tired, he doesn't make any effort to be social.
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Like a shadow, Clarke eventually follows the bearded man's path through the room, stopping a few feet from Stede's bedside to just look at him.
Sleeping, almost peacefully it seemed. As peacefully as someone coming off a psychotic break can, that is, but she's happy to have been wrong about assuming the worst was befalling Stede Bonnet when he be-fell on the floor. Keeping a respectable distance, Clarke's straining to get a good look at him and check that — yup, breathing. Color in his cheeks not abysmal. Very obviously alive and apparently just pushed to his brink a few days ago.
"You guys got him a doctor, right? Just to be sure..."
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"Oh, yes," he answers and, since he's still by the dresser, he's actually much closer to Clarke than Stede. He looks sidelong at her and offers a strained sort of smile.
"First thing, after getting the glassy bits out," he explains quietly. "He checked him out and...I...actually can't remember."
Oh, he is very tired. He blinks heavily and sighs.
"He's definitely not dying, that was really the key bit."
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"That's good. And I'm glad for it."
Despite the open, honest sentiment, Clarke folds both arms across her chest and silently steels for any outpouring of doubt from either Lucius or Ed. But she meant it. The only ill will she holds for Stede is in his lack of situational awareness earlier in the month, that blind and indulgent call for everyone to make friends here if not lovers — whilst Clarke stuck to the notion that deepening the emotional bonds between passengers would only offer their sadistic captor more opportunities to hurt one by hurting the other. It's like people get stuck on the story of Rita Mordio getting her hand burnt off, and forget it was done in front of Yuri Lowell as a power play.
But ethical debates didn't need to follow her into this sick room.
"But... did they say anything else about what's wrong with him?"